It's No Use

Occasionally (and perhaps often) the poems that come out are written by an unknown entity, certainly not "myself", and some, like this one, are so suggestive of certain feelings and modes of expression that we might believe we know who was speaking. But really, it's a Mystery, which makes it all the more beautiful...

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IT'S NO USE

Oh cynical one, my heart hearsthe words of Rumi and I, like each of you, break into song.Love flows out that I am unable to stop. Rumi's invitation says,“Let love out of the cages you have built inside you!”— andat those words locks break, chains fall of themselves to thefloor. This one who writes says,“You go insane with all those others; I'll stay right here and watch until you come home.” But this loving, once loosed, won't leave anyone out. Standing on the sidelines is an impossibility, trying to be a dark star in a black sky. Come along with us, bring all the intimacy you've bound in your six-foot casket waiting for the judgement day. We are all stars shining with unique intensity, and no matter how hard you try, you cannot hide this radiant display!